At Least I’m Not Alone
Heather describes a worryingly familiar inability to act like an adult at mealtime.
And, in other news, the sort of week I’m having is such that finding this cheers me up quite a lot. It’s good to be reminded that there is someone else out there with as much twitchy, repressed rage as me.
And it’s nice to be able to read it since, not being a guy, I don’t have whatever gene you all get that makes you able to memorize that crap.